My first memory of Jackson, aka Mrs. Paintbrush, dates back 10 years to the Fuck Clear Channel tour stop at Cane’s (RIP) in San Diego. Opening for Sage Francis, Grand Buffet stole the show with their batshit banter, satirical sweatshop raps and synchronized headbanging. At one point frontman Jackson squeezed a lemon into his eye while delivering a between-song monologue that had something to do with the Chicago Bulls holding their offseason training camp inside of the Egyptian pyramids.
For the better part of two decades, absurdist banter, subversive bars and fourth dimensional dance moves have separated Grand Buffet from the rap pack. The Pittsburgh duo of Jackson and Lord Grunge have outlasted the vast majority of their underground contemporaries whilst churning out lo-fi records with titles like Escape From Anthony Baboon’s Nautical Playhouse and The Haunted fucking Gazebo and touring with the likes of Dan Deacon, MGMT, Magnolia Electric Co., Wesley Willis, of Montreal and Girl Talk.
After years of discretely posting his tracks to tumblr with little fanfare, Jackson finally released his first solo record in late 2013 under the name Mrs. Paintbrush. Duke 2 collects years of Mrs. Paintbrush tracks into a concise 11-track album with tales of talking dogs at jazz clubs, politicians eating children and burnt out Catholic hitchhikers. Jackson and I sat down at different computers in different states to discuss said solo project, the future of Grand Buffet and post-show Waffle House rituals.
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